Seanbaby: I like the "NOTE: THE COSMIC CUBE CAN DO ANYTHING." I think a better disclaimer would have been "NORMALLY INANIMATE OBJECTS DO NOT ENJOY TWINKIES." I must have spent 9 or 10 hours smashing Twinkies against my appliances trying to cheer them up. They still seemed depressed, so I started humping the phone. I ended up dialing a random person, and after I explained what I was doing they gave me a very clear list of reasons why I shouldn't do it. They even sold me some really special frosting to spread on my TV whenever it seems sad. When I look back on it now, the whole thing seems kind of insane, but you read 150 Hostess ads in a row and see how well you do, smartass. After 5 or 6 you really shouldn't be crossing the street. By 20 you start to hear voices, and if you read more than 50, expect to wake up in another state covered in someone else's blood. Mr. Fish: Take a look at the last panel. Is Captain America just going to leave him there? Glub. "Let's see, I've got to take my flag underwear to the cleaners, make it to the bicentennial celebration... I just left the super villain next to the cosmic artifact that can reshape our universe in his image... oh yeah, I'm going to teach handicapped orphans how to rollerskate later! This is going to be the best day ever!" Dr. Doom: Look at Doom's life. Toiling in his lonely castle being pleasured by robot clones in his own image discussing the illogic in forgotten advertisements from a decade we only wish was so forgettable. Doom was expelled from school early because of what the faculty deemed "dangerous careless experiments," and so technically Dr. Doom didn't get his doctorate. In fact, besides several diplomas Doom removed from the skeletal remains of his enemies, Doom does not even hold a credited bachelor's degree. Why does he take the title of doctor? That is not for a mortal to decide, fool!